The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 406 Mirabella retraced her steps after nearly reaching the elevator. She decided to stop by the nurse's station to leave a few last-minute instructions before finally departing the hospital. By the tshe made it back to school, the third afternoon class was well underway. During the break, Mirabella handed Jenna the autograph that Collins had brought for her and then slumped onto her desk with exhaustion.

Jenna, puzzled and not bothering to look at the autographed item, asked, “Queen Mira, how on earth did you manage to bump into an old man on campus today?” The news of a student colliding with an elderly person and summoning an ambulance had already spread like wildfire through Parkside High School. However, Jenna had never imagined the student involved would be Mirabella.

Mirabella turned her head, her usually expressive face now void of emotion. “I'm just as mystified as you are about why such an old man would even be at the school!” It almost seemed like he was lying in wait to collide with her.

Jenna touched her nose thoughtfully, “Maybe he is a student's relative? But he’s okay, right?” Mirabella shot Jenna a look that clearly communicated her annoyance. “You should be asking if I'm okay.” She was the one who had been targeted. She was the one who had been falsely accused. She was the actual victim here.

Jenna coughed softly, aware of the dangerous edge to Mira’s aura, and muttered, “But the whole school is buzzing with the story that you were the one who hit him.” Mirabella scowled. She knew that these old men were nothing but trouble.

“If there's a misunderstanding, we need to get the security footage from the teachers. A collision like this involving an old man is serious. It can lead to all kinds of public backlash,” Jenna added.

Mirabella was silent for a few seconds before standing up and heading for the classroom door.

Jenna, startled, called after her, “Queen Mira, where are you going?” Without turning back, Mirabella waved her hand dismissively and said, “To check the surveillance.” Minutes later, in the school’s security office.

“I'm sorry, but there are no cameras covering that particular area,” the security guard 1/3 10-391 Informed her with regret.

Security was already aware of the incident between Mirabella and the old man. The the ambulance arrived administration had reviewed the surveillance footage whe Mirabella glanced over the divided screens of several computers, confirming that there was no footage of the corridor she had walked through. The collision couldn't have been more meticulously planned.

Annette expressed her concern, “Mirabella, did the hospital find anything wrong with the old man?” She trusted Mirabella, but the incident involved an elderly person and occurred in a blind spot without surveillance. If the man insisted Mirabella had hit him, it could be difficult to clear her name.

“Everything's fine with him,” Mirabella replied tersely, She knew medicine. She could precisely tell the old man’s condition herself. Besides, she had only offered assistance and not caused any harm.

Relieved, Annette said, “That's good to hear. Don’t worry, if the man comes looking for trouble, cto us. After all, this happened on school grounds, and we won't ignore it.” Mirabella nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you.” Annette smiled, “No need to thank me. It's part of our job. It’s a shMr. Hammond was out this afternoon; otherwise, | would have discussed the situation with him.” Annette was aware of Mr. Hammond's high regard for Mirabella.

“It's fine. There's no need to trouble Mr. Hammond,” Mirabella said with a slight smile.

After school, Mirabella went straight home, pushing the unpleasant incident with the shady old man to the back of her mind. She had an appointment to administer acupuncture to James, so after dinner, she made up an excuse and slipped out the door.

Next door, in James‘ bedroom.

“You seem a bit off today. Did something happen?” James asked, propped against the headboard, watching Mirabella sterilize her silver needles.

How could she openly discuss being the target of a scam? Mirabella pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

Her beautiful face was a mask of cool detachment, practically emblazoned with the words ‘Do Not Disturb, as the silver needles in her hands gleamed ominously under the light.

James’ forehead twitched more with each glance at the sharp instruments, and he suggested, “Maybe we could postpone the session till tomorrow?” Mirabella glanced at James, her tone allowing no argument. “Lie down.” James complied, albeit reluctantly. Mirabella was downright intimidating when she was like this.

James’ acupuncture session was focused on the trauma and hidden ailments within his body. While she wasn’t particularly interested in the details of his background, the old injuries told her he was no ordinary person, especially considering the respect he received from someone like Curtis.

Just as with the previous session, the needles were inserted and probed, and the entire process took nearly two hours.

After removing the last needle, Mirabella’s face was visibly pale, and a fine sheen of sweat coated her forehead.

After a brief rest, she instructed Wyatt to add the medicinal concoction to a prepared bath.

The final step was a medicinal soak combined with acupuncture, a process that couldn't be interrupted, which meant that they would be alone in the bathroom.